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surrealsuriel · 1 year

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omg i’ve been off my phone a lot these past few days and i’m so thankful to be included here. this is so sweet i’m gonna cry you’re amazing. thank you thank you

Thank you all so so much for making this year so good. I only actively started writing on here last January with 2 people following me. Now we are over 900 little daisies and I honestly have no words for it💛💛💛

And now a big THANK YOU to all of you!!

It is beyond me how many there are (of you) who always read my posts and interact with them, thank you for that. A big thank you to those people who will always reblog your post so more people can see it:

@despoinasstuff @valeriadarkness (I somehow cannot tag you) @danikasthings @brekkershadowsinger @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship

There are those terribly talented writes who create posts and stories for Elucien. Stories I have re-read an unhealthy amount of times and that are still as beautiful as the first time reading them.

@velidewrites @separatist-apologist @moononastring @ladyelain @acourtofthought @the-lonelybarricade @a-little-disguised @autumnslittlefox @isterofimias @my-inner-crisis @ahrene @rippahwrites @lidiacervos @bookofmirth @daydreamer-anst @surrealsuriel @iambutmortal @cascadingmoon

There are those people who write stories about other ships, stories that are beautiful and brilliant. Or they create stunning fanart and comics.

@theladyofbloodshed @stars-and-scripts @lady-riel @moonlightphased @elvhendis

And there are those people who write phenomenal stories about my beloved Azriel (and other ACOTAR men & women). Just know that I love your stories so, so much and have probably binged and re-read them all.

@moonlightazriel @redbleedingrose @azriels-angels @azsazz @starlightandsouls @maddithefangirl @azrielsbitxh @illyriandreamer @witchybitchy222 @mrs-azriel @acourtofmh @honeybeefae @cadiacore @moonfawnx @gothicbabydollz @ladybambifae @itsmoonyhere @bubbles-for-all-of-us @ladyescapism

To all those creators (& many more, I definitely forgot someone) THANK YOU you for your creativity, your stories, your talent you share with us.

And lastly to all my ANONS, sending in requests and reading my stories. I love you soo much. THANK YOU, for your kindness and your loyalty and the love you show my stories. This year would not have even been half as good without all of you!! You helped find a leisure activity that I love woth my whole heart and helped me improve my writing. 💛💛💛

A lot of good things are planned for the next year, most of them currently getting written or already finished. I hope you look as forward to reading them as I to posting them.

Hope you have a great start into the new year!! Lots of love ~💛🌼

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surrealsuriel · 1 year

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Bound with Fire, Forged with Flames (Elucien Fic)

Summary // Masterlist // Previous Chapter

A/N: It’s hereeeeee :3

Warnings: Mentions of past violence. Nothing detailed.

Chapter Ten — Zinnia

Word Count: 1697

Elain

Elain yanked at the roots of the rose bush lining the palace, trying to quell her rage. Gardening had been therapeutic throughout her move to Rhysand’s home in Velaris, and she was thankful the High King had given her permission to freely work on his estates. At first he had been taken aback by her request, reassuring her that they had some of the best gardeners in the land hired there. After Feyre had explained her passion to Rhys, he had quickly softened, obviously pleased to help her adjust in any way possible.

Today, Elain needed the distraction, as today was supposed to be her wedding day. In another timeline, her and Lucien were getting married and beginning their life together, she mused. But in her current reality, Lucien had denied her. Outside of gardening, Elain had seldom left her rooms since their talk, choosing instead to weep quietly in her rooms in an effort to avoid the possibility of seeing even a wisp of the red hair.

Her sisters had come to visit her the day before filled with concern. When she had tearfully recalled what had occurred between her and Lucien, Nesta had stormed out in a rage and on a mission to “cut off his balls” or something like that. Feyre, on the other hand, had tried to comfort her by assuring Elain that “Lucien would never brag about what you two had done together, he’s an honorable man”. This hadn’t been the comfort Elain wanted at all.

She blinked back her tears as she heard a familiar set of footsteps approach her. Footsteps that had grown too familiar to her too soon. She picked up some shears to begin pruning away the dead parts of the bush as Lucien finally stopped beside her. She refused to give him the satisfaction of even acknowledging his presence so she kept her head down and started to cut away. The snip snip of the pruning rivaled his uncomfortable cough at being blatantly ignored. He knelt down to be level with her. Snip.

“Elain…” he sighed out. He sounded tired. Good.

Snip.

“You’re not even going to look at me, my lady—”

“Don’t,” she took in a shaky breath, willing her tears to stay away, “Don’t call me that.”

Snip.

“Is that not the proper way to address you?” He tried to sound teasing but it came out strained.

Snip.

“Today was the day you were to start addressing me as your wife. Instead, you used me and tossed me aside, refusing me your hand in marriage. Forgive me if I would rather not be addressed by you at all,” her attempt to hide the sob lodged in her throat through bitterness failed miserably to even her own ears. Snip.

“Oh, Elain,” he sighed and reached for her. On instinct, she yanked her hand away, neglecting to pay attention the sharp pruning tool currently occupying her hand. In her effort to escape his grasp, she dragged the sharp edge across her skin, and blood began to poor freely as pain exploded on her palm. “Shit!” she yelled.

Lucien echoed her curse before hurriedly ripping off his jacket and wrapping it around her hand, applying pressure that made Elain gasp at the sting. “Fucking hell, come with me.”

Lucien dragged her body up, keeping his hands protectively over her injured one to hold the makeshift bandage in place. They walked in a tense silence, and it didn’t take long for Elain to recognize his destination— his own rooms. She tugged at his hold as they approached his door. “I’m not going back in there with you,” she argued.

His sharp gaze silenced her from arguing any further. “Listen closely, Elain,” he spat out venomously, unkempt rage filling his gaze, “I did not deny you, nor did I use you or toss you aside. Now there is a kit in my room for bandaging should you just stop being so goddamn stubborn and allow me to patch up that hand before it becomes infected. Do you understand?”

Elain nodded her head mutely, casting her eyes down as he let her inside his rooms once again. “Sit down,” he commanded as he grabbed a small box from the corner of his room and rolled his shirtsleeves up. Elain tried to ignore how her heart picked up at his exposed forearms and overall frazzled appearance. She was finally truly looking at him, and she could see his hair was undone and wild around his face— a face cloaked in exhaustion and clear distress. She wasn’t sure she could possibly look much better.

He slowly removed his soiled jacket from her hand and got to work properly bandaging it. She winced at the sting, but kept her movements to a minimum as he began to expertly wrap.

“I’ve been in love once in my life,” Lucien began. Elain looked up with a start, not fully sure where he was going with talking about another woman, but his somber expression kept her quiet.

“Jesminda was wild and lovely, always teasing me and trying to pull pranks on me. Whenever we would meet up, she would always try and hide to jump out and scare me. It rarely worked, but I always pretended she got me,” he smiled distantly. “But she wasn’t a lady,” his expression dropped, “She was a peasant of the peasants. Her family was extremely poor, mother unmarried, and she had nothing to her name. My father would never approve of the match and when he found out the depth of my feelings, he was disgusted.”

He finished wrapping her hand and moved his palms to his knees, bowing his head between his shoulders as if the weight of what he was telling her was insurmountable. “I kept a relationship with Jesminda going against his wishes. In an effort to gain favor with my father, Eris revealed that we had continued our affair. Two days later, I went to meet her at our usual spot,” Lucien’s voice cracked. “I found her face down, drowned in the pond beside our meeting place. She was a nobody with a small family, and I was the only one who would ever actually care to know it wasn’t an accident.”

Elain reached out to him, placing her hands over his as they rested on his knees. He let out a sob as he finally lifted his tearful eyes to meet hers, “I vowed that day that I would never marry and never love again. That all changed when my father arranged our marriage. He told me if I married you like he asked, then he’d leave me alone from then on—I could finally have freedom so long as I united our houses. Our conversation the other day… it was the first time I had ever been given a choice.” He took a steadying breath, still reeling from what he had admitted to her. Elain could barely wrap her mind around it all. She had assumed he didn’t like his family very much based on his avoidance of them in conversation, but to hear the horrors they had enacted against him— Elain couldn’t fathom how he handled it. She pushed away her own selfish focus on his vow to remain unmarried and chose instead to focus on her thankfulness that they were finally talking.

Not being able to hold herself back any longer, Elain threw herself into Lucien’s arms, firmly planting herself in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her in return, and despite his efforts to remain composed, he absolutely broke at the show of comfort, openly crying into her shoulder. Elain didn’t stop her own tears from flowing freely in response. They sat like that, entangled, for some time. Lucien fisting her dress in his hands and shaking uncontrollably; Elain trying her best to hold the shattered pieces of him together throughout. She knew the effort was in vain, but she held tightly all the same.

“I’m sorry, Elain,” he choked out, finally. “I don’t know what I want right now and I don’t even know who I am outside of the controlling hand of my father.” Elain braced herself against the oncoming rejection, ready to finally accept it now that she understood his past.

“I need time to figure out what I want in life, but,” Lucien looked up at her and Elain perked up, “I do know that my life is miserable without you. If you’ll have me, I would love to properly court you for now, and if we both decide, we can choose for ourselves to get married?” Elain felt something in her soul relax at the hope in his voice. She ran a comforting hand through his hair.

“Lucien, thank you for sharing all of this with me. I cannot imagaine the horrors you’ve seen, but so hope you know that I care for every bitter and broken piece you’ll offer me. It would be a dream to choose you for myself and to be chosen by you,” she smiled softly against his cheek as she leaned over to kiss him there. He met her gaze when she pulled away with an intense stare. “If I am to court you, a target may be placed on your back should my father end up attacking. Elain, if anything were to happen to you—”

“It won’t,” she cut him off. “Rhysand is the most powerful High King to have ever ruled. Your father is a goddamned fool to even whisper about a coup.”

“If someone were to even lay a finger on you…” he trailed off his growl, gripping her hips with a renewed force. “I would set our whole world on fire and brutalize anyone who dared touch you to ensure your safety.”

Logically, she knew that his words shouldn’t ignite her, but she felt wholly out of her mind as she ground down against the man still sat under her. “And I would tear your father’s estate down brick by brick if he ever tried to take you away from me. Do you understand?” she asked breathily. He groaned and smashed their lips together in a desperate kiss.

Elain had been desperate for him before, but never like this. Never with the threat of danger and war looming. She felt crazed grinding and whimpering against him, but his bruising touch against her revealed that her emotions were reflected in Lucien. Still, she needed to exhibit self control. She moved her palms against his chest and began to slow down their kiss, despite his protesting groan. “I know… I know,” she whispered gently against his lips.

“I need you to promise me one other thing,” she said, her forehead still leaned against his, eyes closed. “Anything,” he breathed out.

“You, Rhys, Cassian, Azriel, my sisters,” she started, “You’re all enclosed in that room, all day. You all know what’s happening and I’ve been drowning in my exclusion. I want to be let in. Let me join you in preparation for whatever is to come. Wife or not, I am to be your equal, just as my sisters are the equals to their husbands. Will you grant me this?”

“Elain, I have never thought you to be lesser than me in any way. I apologize if I have made you feel this way. So long as you desire it, there will always be a spot for you beside me.”

She knew he literally referred to a chair in the war room, but she saw the deeper meaning in his eyes— a promise for her to always remain by his side. A promise that tasted sweeter than any possibility of an arranged marriage. She would choose him, and he would choose her. Something in her chest clicked into place as she gazed into his eyes, then— something beautiful and pure, despite their circumstances and warring world, something lovely.

Her heart had already made its choice, and it was him.

A/N: Yay! I love them and I hate when my babies fight so had to end that :,)

Let me know what you think!

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